OVER…OR NOT?
Chapter 2
Her Angel
He had seen through her, Makino knew and she was feeling somehow relieved that he had respected her decision. But the sense of relief was so short-lived that she was feeling worse than minutes before.
She felt wretched.
It was all her fault.
But it was really a lot less painful than it might have been. Perhaps, it was because Domyouji Tsukasa had not been suddenly wrenched out of Makino Tsukushi's life.
She knew she had to wait for him, but she failed to do so. She had allowed him to fade away slowly and making a silent and gradual exit out of her life.
Makino remembered how it had been when they were together. It seemed so long ago now, although it wasn't really.
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Makino remembered undressing herself in the privacy of her bedroom, and looking at her own image naked in the full-length mirror.
She was not very tall, and her breasts were small (thanks to the constant reminder from Aikira and Soujirou) but she just examined herself closely, from her tiny feet up to her hips and breasts and finally her face.
"That's me." She whispered, looking with wonder upon herself. There was one thing that Makino hadn't been too truthful to Domyouji but she could anticipate the reaction on his face if he were to find out her inner thoughts about him.
How his pair of eyes would light up and then the tips of his lips would start curling upward, forming an I-am-glad-you-realized-it smile before placing them gently on her forehead, or perhaps one of her rosy cheeks.
At that time, she was having a peculiar thought in her head: Domyouji is beautiful. And it had been true, for in her eyes, Domyouji was not merely attractive or handsome, he was beautiful.
It was really odd that she didn't really hold the same thought when she was crazily in love with Hanazawa Rui.
Domyouji's skin was a smooth dark deep brown when he decided that he needed some sun bathing. Underneath the contours of his clothes, his body was lean and finely muscled as if sculpted by the hand of some skilled artisan.
About his nose and mouth, there was a delicate sensitivity, rare in an Oriental face that indicated a gentle nature. And most of all, his eyes: at times, they carried a kind of soft quiet wistfulness that touched Makino somewhere deep inside herself.
All these thoughts she kept them locked deep inside the heart, selfishly refusing to share them with the person who once risked everything just to become her man.
To be continued…